The adventures of Ms Clauses and Rudolph

The last few days wandering around London ‘tout seul’ have been quite refreshing, but nowhere near as much fun as hanging out with the lovely Hattie, Londoner, engineer, tour guide, party animal and a.k.a Ms Clause.

Let me set the scene. It is Saturday morning, quite cold, there is ice on the road and Hattie has invited me to her house in London’s south-west. Not quite sure what we will be doing but intriguing plans involving a Santa Pub crawl are looming ahead of us.

On arriving at Hattie’s we realise that we need ‘costumes’ a.k.a disguises, Hattie is quite well known in London, consequently, she often has need to hide her identity.

I adopt the persona of ‘Rudolph’, firstly as I like the idea of being undercover and secondly because we found some reindeer antlers and a red nose at ‘Poundland’ (the $1 shop- great buys).

James, a.k.a ‘JUST FAB’, Hattie’s friend aided us in our mission to get ready and energise our tummies before a rather large nice out.

JAMES



Hammersmith. The Place to Be.











And so we begin, at a charity Pub Crawl, dressed up as Ms Clause and Rudolph.



Underground at 'Verve'Bar - trying to become acquainted with the rest of our crew.......

To further my horror of imitating a character in the Christmas capitalist marketing scheme, I was told that we were to sing carols in Lecesiter Sq as apart of the next stop of our pub crawl-----Carols have nothing to do with alcohol- what were the organizers thinking?







Singing in Leicester Square - All I can say is:
- I can’t sing for shit ( a realisation I only made that night, after years of believing one day I could be the next Aus. Idol-----if I felt like it)
- Carols can be pretty fun when you are belting them out, aided by wine and beer

Next stop. A sport’s bar. I wasn’t feelin’ the santa thing. I was tired. I wanted my bed......basically I was being too stingy to buy drinks.

Luckily, a fellow Rudolph (who had a way better costume than I- although I looked cuter!) talked us into coming to the final stop on the pub crawl, promising shots and a good time.......ok!


Ms Clause, Rudolph and cuter Rudolph

It was worth it. The bar really set the scene.






A dancing reindeer





I drank much more than planned, (thank-you Henry for the shots) I danced, I plotted, I told off a certain prying Rudolph; informing him that Hattie was undercover and she wouldn’t reveal her secret identity; I also found an oversized tie that demanded, ‘Kiss Me, It’s Christmas’.

Great night, followed by a nice slow day, which involved me getting my nose re-pierced in Camden Town.

Thank-You London.

But more importantly:

THANKS HATTIE FOR SUCH A FUN TIME- SEE YOU IN CHAM OXOXOX